Well I'm here at last, just got off the train at Euston staion London. This is a busy place to be, so much different than 174 years ago, where travel so much quicker and faster, a place where the clock spins round at lightning speed and leave you old before your time.. Now, I have a story to tell, it is not for the faint hearted or those who rather avoid gothic horror and mystery tales....It all began the year of our Lord 1840, with the arrival of a hansom cab, the deep fog evelopes all of East ead of London town, and lurking in the shadows is a dark and and spinderly figure, with a top hat, cape and walking cane, with eyes of fierce and devious intent!!!
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